The Soul

Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475–1564), translated by John Addington Symonds · 1878

iambic pentameter · 14 lines · from Sonnets

A handful of brain holds me: I consumeSo much that all the books the world contains,Cannot allay my furious famine-pains:--What feasts were mine! Yet hunger is my doom.With one world Aristarchus fed my greed;This finished, others Metrodorus gave;Yet, stirred by restless yearning, still I crave:The more I know, the more to learn I need.Thus I'm an image of that Sire in whomAll beings are, like fishes in the sea;That one true object of the loving mind.Reasoning may reach Him, like a shaft shot home;The Church may guide; but only blest is heWho loses self in God, God's self to find.

Words in this poem

handful n.
As much as the hand will grasp or contain. [AS. handfull.]
famine n.
General scarcity of food; dearth; a want of provisions; destitution. [F. famine, fr. L. fames hunger; cf. Gr. hani loss, lack, ha to leave.]
greed n.
An eager desire or longing; greediness; as, a greed of gain. [Akin to Goth. grdus hunger, Icel. graedhr. sq. root34. See Greedy.]
crave v. t.
To ask with earnestness or importunity; to ask with submission or humility; to beg; to entreat; to beseech; to implore. [AS. crafian; akin to Icel. krefia, Sw. kr, Dan. kr.]
sire n.
A lord, master, or other person in authority. See Sir. [F. sire, originally, an older person. See Sir.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

The Soul is in the public domain. This text is taken from Sonnets, Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, the John Addington Symonds translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Michelangelo Buonarroti, The Soul, in Sonnets (1878), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/michelangelo-sonnets/the-soul.html, id L15223.

Form and metre

The Soul is 14 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.0 syllables. 21% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABBACDDCAEF-EF consumeA · containsB · painsB · doomA · greedC · gaveD · craveD · needC · whomA · seaE · mindF · home · heE · findF
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
A handful of brain holds me: I consume10·/······˘/
So much that all the books the world contains,10········˘/
Cannot allay my furious famine-pains:--10˘/˘/·/˘/˘·
What feasts were mine! Yet hunger is my doom.10·····/˘···
With one world Aristarchus fed my greed;10··········
This finished, others Metrodorus gave;10·/˘/˘·····
Yet, stirred by restless yearning, still I crave:10···/˘/˘···
The more I know, the more to learn I need.10··········
Thus I'm an image of that Sire in whom10···/˘··/··
All beings are, like fishes in the sea;10·/˘··/˘···
That one true object of the loving mind.10···/˘··/˘·
Reasoning may reach Him, like a shaft shot home;10/˘········
The Church may guide; but only blest is he10·····/˘···
Who loses self in God, God's self to find.10·/˘·······

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